Christmas Cocktail

‘Mum, I’ve not cum for ages, I’m desperate’.

‘I know – look at your pants, they’re soaked with pre cum’. I keep slowly stroking his rock-hard erection but I can sense he’s not going to last much longer.

‘You’re young, you need regular release. You should take care of that yourself or get a girlfriend who will do this for you’.

‘But I don’t want anyone else, mum, I want you, you’re so brilliant at this. Your stockings and those amazing heels and Jesus your tits just look amazing, outstanding. I’ve been viewing all your videos and edging myself but I stop before I cum and I don’t want to cum again unless you’re doing it’.

‘Any favourite videos?’

‘All of them, they’re all amazing’. And he starts to recite some of the titles:

Busty slut drains a cock over her leather gloves;

Handjob with latex gloves, seamed stockings, high heels;

Handjob onto busty slut’s cleavage;

Handjob heaven;

Gagging on cock down her throat;

Busty housewife used as a cum dump …

‘Blimey, you know them all!’

‘I’ve watched them all dozens of times. You’re such a fantastic slut, mum. I’m so proud of you’.

‘Thank you’.

‘I don’t ever want to make myself cum again, I want to save it all for you. In fact, I’ve been thinking that you should lock me in chastity and keep the key, so that I can’t.’

‘But you’re young, you’re very fertile, you need to ejaculate regularly or you’ll burst with frustration, you won’t be able to sleep, you’ll leak into your pants’.

‘I know. You’re right of course, so I’d need to come here regularly, at least once a week and you can unlock me, drain me and then lock me up again.  Will you do it mum, please, please’.

As I think about this his pleading sets me off. ‘I want you to beg now, beg for your release’.

He begs and pleads with me a little.

‘No, don’t stop, keep begging’.

Now he begs, he moans, he pleads and I speed up my strokes. I can’t help laughing as he squirms in his chair, almost thrashing about, his back arching as he thrusts his cock towards me.

‘Now what’s mummy’s favourite drink?’, I ask as I reach with my spare hand for a Champagne flute, which stands next to an open bottle of Champagne.

‘Sperm cocktail’, he replies.

‘That’s right. And you are going to provide the sperm, any moment now.’

I move the glass so it lies just beneath his cock and I move the tip of his cock into the next of the glass and speed my strokes.

‘Okay, you can cum now’, and he does, oh boy he really does as he explodes two weeks’ worth of young, healthy sperm and ejaculate into the glass. I keep stroking and he keeps emitting thick, creamy semen.

‘Well done, good boy, that’s it, keep pumping, that’s my boy’.

When he is done the glass is more than half full, one of the biggest loads I have seen for a very long time. It’s so thick that when I pour the Champagne in to fill the glass it sits on top of the creamy semen for a few seconds and I have to swirl the two fluids together with my finger before I can enjoy my delicious cocktail. I sip a few drops and then I can’t resist drinking it all down.

‘Happy Christmas son, I hope Santa gives you something you want, something nice’.

‘He just did, mum’.

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